p id="docs-internal-guid-8937a22f-4cec-ed0f-d21b-55ea8a9f1837" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Chapter Sixteen/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"It probably was no later than two o'clock in the morning when Ronnie slid quietly past the burly bouncers outside the club. The crowd of party-goers didn't notice the stone-faced urchin gingerly moving through the foyer with a gun bulging through his tattered coat. He kept the gun in his front, left coat pocket, and had easy access to it at anytime. When the elevator stopped on the first floor, he saw Jessica exit it before he entered into the elevator farther down the hallway. There were a total of six elevators in the building: three on either side of the hallway. The music was so loud in the club that he couldn't concentrate on anything. After he closed the elevator doors, he pressed the button to the top floor, pulled the gun out of his pocket, and checked the chamber. When the elevator finally reached the top floor, the door opened, but he hesitated for a minute. When the doors started to shut, he stuck his gun free hand to stop them from sliding shut./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Enraged, he noticed Dennis kneeling in front of the broken Buddha statue, and he had the gun in his right hand. Ronnie thought the man looked much smaller without his clothes, and all he wanted to do was blowout his brains. He looked beat. Blood dripped down the side of his face, and his skin looked stretched and old. Ronnie pointed the gun to the back of the man's head, and then pulled the trigger. Dennis' brains flew into the air, and then the girl screamed./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Ronnie whipped his head around, and saw her crawling on all fours towards the elevator. He knew what he had to do. He ran over to her, and shot her several times in the back of the head. He watched her as she fell face first on the ground, dead./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"For some reason, he didn't feel anything after the killings. He wanted to feel something, but he didn't feel anything. After he observed the girl's bloody body, he walked over to Dennis, and grabbed the mask off his face. He put the mask on, and said in a deep voice, "I'm the leader now."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"It probably was no later than two o'clock in the morning when Ronnie slid quietly past the burly bouncers outside the club. The crowd of party-goers didn't notice the stone-faced urchin gingerly moving through the foyer with a gun bulging through his tattered coat. He kept the gun in his front, left coat pocket, and had easy access to it at anytime. When the elevator stopped on the first floor, he saw Jessica exit it before he entered into the elevator farther down the hallway. There were a total of six elevators in the building: three on either side of the hallway. The music was so loud in the club that he couldn't concentrate on anything. After he closed the elevator doors, he pressed the button to the top floor, pulled the gun out of his pocket, and checked the chamber. When the elevator finally reached the top floor, the door opened, but he hesitated for a minute. When the doors started to shut, he stuck his gun free hand to stop them from sliding shut./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Enraged, he noticed Dennis kneeling in front of the broken Buddha statue, and he had the gun in his right hand. Ronnie thought the man looked much smaller without his clothes, and all he wanted to do was blowout his brains. He looked beat. Blood dripped down the side of his face, and his skin looked stretched and old. Ronnie pointed the gun to the back of the man's head, and then pulled the trigger. Dennis' brains flew into the air, and then the girl screamed./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"Ronnie whipped his head around, and saw her crawling on all fours towards the elevator. He knew what he had to do. He ran over to her, and shot her several times in the back of the head. He watched her as she fell face first on the ground, dead./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"For some reason, he didn't feel anything after the killings. He wanted to feel something, but he didn't feel anything. After he observed the girl's bloody body, he walked over to Dennis, and grabbed the mask off his face. He put the mask on, and said in a deep voice, "I'm the leader now."/span/p